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“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

i’m sure many have come across this before, but not me, until last night, when i started reading On the Road by Jack Kerouac. Beautiful, isn’t it?